Even Here
Even in this wet weather,
even on this hill.
As my cracking boots fill
in sore desire.
Even in this distance.
Like orange dots we are,
mandarin trekkers afar.
Even here among the soft
cold plain of real life,
and clear rain.
Even here,
immersed in crisping bracken
and mist, and some loss.
As we recreate that one dear picture,
as we face the test.
Yes, even here.